Lois, you have a gray hair. What? Inch and a half left of yo...
Peter: Lois, you have a gray hair.
Peter: Inch and a half left of your part.
Lois: Oh my god, you're right.
Peter: You know I don't mind so much that you're aging, it's just the way you're shoving it down my throat.
Lois: Screw you Peter.
Peter: Wow, not today.